Chapter 85

NOAH I took a damp towel and gently wiped the dried tear stains from Olivia’s cheeks. I often did this at home. My movements were practiced, fluid. I had raised Milo since he was a puppy, so I could confidently say I was a qualified pet owner. Olivia’s skin was delicate, so I handled her more carefully, my touch soft and tender. Even after she had finished crying, her face remained flushed, the tip of her nose red, and her lips swollen from our heated kisses. I picked up a hair tie and carefully gathered Olivia’s hair, then ran my fingers through it to smooth it out. Next, I reached for a few tissues, ready to help her with whatever she needed. When Olivia’s feet touched the ground, her legs were unsteady, so weak that she almost crumpled to the floor. I quickly stepped in, steadying her by holding her waist, ensuring she didn’t fall. Olivia didn’t seem like an experienced woman. I found myself wondering if she and Liam had conceived Hannah through IVF. How could her body be so immatur